Appearance: Nothing special, as she would describe herself, but behind the grit and sulking attitude she puts forward to the world she's not altogether unattractive. Wavy auburn hair spills just over the shoulders and framing her heart shaped face. Her blue eyes sit just a tad widely spaced over sun kissed skin, a thin iron bar piercing her left eyebrow. She's thinner (a side effect of her lifestyle on the streets) and stands around five and a half feet tall. She prefers lightweight clothing to keep her mobile, most commonly seen in a pair of shredded black skinny jeans or some tattered tights below a simple gray blouse. On her feet she has some brown hiking boots she lifted off an unsuspecting trainer. On the off chance it's cold, she'll throw a hunter green army jacket over her shoulders with a black scarf; otherwise, these items are packed away in her backpack along with the other essential daily items.

Personality: Lenneth's a bit of a recluse, preferring solitude to the overburdening company of others. She's an intelligent girl, but relies more on her street smarts and observational knowledge than a true education. She picks things up quickly and views the world through a survivalist's lens, and how best to get what she needs when she needs it. She's fiercely independent and prefers to work alone whenever possible. Most of this is force of habit, however she is incredibly empathetic and maintains a distance so as to protect herself from the needs of others.

Background: She grew up in Cianwood with her Grandfather, a member of the dojo. Her biological parents were not the responsible type, and she lived a reasonably decent life there. Her Grandfather was a good man and caretaker, diligent and firm thanks to his years of training, yet kind at times. He instilled in his granddaughter a rigorous discipline and heightened awareness of her body and the environment around it.

The Disasters, naturally, forced them to evacuate to the mainland, and it was there that her Grandfather felt called to help however he could, directing the flow of refugees and procuring shelter for the city's new inhabitants. However, after a particularly ferocious storm blew into port, he did not return, leaving Lenneth alone. Time passed and though the search parties rapidly wrote him off as another casualty, Lenneth refused, seeking a solitary life in search of her Grandfather. In time she too realized his likely fate, but remains in the shadows of the city, planning her next move.